Author's Note: Thanks to those who added to story alert and reviewed. Another piece of this little jigsaw, which turned out a bit angsty.
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Battlefield-Jordin Sparks
The relationship finally had a tipping point. Kensi and Deeks would fight over pointless things, but this was different. "You are such an ass! Do not try to put this on me" Kensi yells loudly, the sound reverberating throughout the OPS center. "Seriously Kensi? You know how I feel, I have not changed since day one" Deeks snaps at her. "You were the one who had all your walls up, castle locked down tight. And you know what? I am tired of doing this with you, sometimes you make me wonder if this worth it." As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets them. "You know what Marty" her voice breaks, "I can't do this again." Tears fall down her face as she hands him back the ring. Her heels clack against the tiles, there is the heavy thud of the wooden door, and the hushed whispers, but all Marty Deeks can hear is loud pounding of his heart.
Permanent-David Cook
She slides her feet through the sand, seeking out the coldness underneath. Bystanders would observe the slender woman sitting alone, neither near the shore nor close to the edge. Looking out, the ocean's waves are reflecting the lights from the shore. As the soft breeze ruffles her hair, she buries her face in her shirt. His shirt. Before she would wonder how someone could feel this kind of pain. Now as she sits on one of the most beautiful shores on earth, she sobs brokenly, remembering that this was their spot.
Shades of Blue-Nick Lachey
Blue socks, blue walls, blue nightie. Time brings no relief. Kensi Blye avoids the room as much as she can, the memories never made bring her to her knees. Today she needs to feel. The sun has fallen away leaving only a faint orange brushing the edge of the room. She feels the cold chair beneath her, and after the room is bathed in darkness, she feels his hand in hers. Eyelids flutter open and two different browns meet blue. She hates that the most, the damn blue eyes, which she will always see, reminding her of the ones she won't.